As I cleaned the mountain of dirty plates, cutlery and glasses from the meal my wife and her lover had left, I heard the noises from upstairs and it made my heart heavy. The main bedroom is directly above the kitchen and I could hear my wife, Crystal, and her lover, Marcus, up there. I flicked my eyes upwards to the direction of the sound of a headboard banging off the wall, my wife’s pants and screams of pleasure and Marcus’s grunts as he fucked my wife and thought back to how it had come to this.

I married Crystal right out of high school 25 years ago. It was 4 years ago she started to get bored and then cheated on me. She told me about it quite matter of factly one day. I had broken down in tears, begging her to give me another chance and not to leave me. She had sat with her legs crossed and her arms folded, rolling her eyes.

Eventually she spoke and said she was fed up missing out on great sex and was jealous when her friends told her about all the fantastic orgasms their husbands gave them while I barely lasted 30 seconds before shooting my load, leaving her unsatisfied so she had decided to hook up with a guy from a bar one night. I sat and listened to it crestfallen but I loved her more than life itself and I pleaded with her not to end things. She gave me an ultimatum.

We would stay married but she was free to take on as many lovers as she pleased. All sex between us would cease with immediate effect but she could sleep with other men. I, however, was not to cheat on her at all, and that included masturbation, so I was to wear a chastity device 24/7 so she could be sure I wasn’t cheating. What choice did I have? I obviously didn’t satisfy her (I kind of suspected as much anyway since my dick is about 4 inches if I’m lucky) and I didn’t want to lose her so I reluctantly agreed.

It was two years after that conversation that she decided we needed another “chat”. By now I was doing all the cooking, cleaning, washing etc. I had quit my job to focus on the household chores leaving Crystal the sole bread winner, further emasculating me. She informed me she didn’t feel comfortable with me still feeling like a male so I was to dispose of all my male clothing and become a sissy maid for her and her boyfriends. I had protested at first. Despite the chastity cage and the domestic slave part, I still had a faint glimmer of manhood left in me but she shut it down quickly by saying if I didn’t agree she would call her attorney first thing in the morning and start divorce proceedings.

I hung my head and agreed to her demands. She ordered me a few frilly dresses, some stockings, sissy shoes and panties, silk gloves and wigs. All my male clothes were thrown out and now I was just a humiliated sissy slave married to a dominant hot wife.

DING DING DING DING DINGThe bell she used to get my attention snapped me out of my day dreaming. The noises from upstairs had stopped. They wanted their wine served to them. I hurried to the refrigerator and took a bottle of Chardonnay from it and picked up two tall glasses from the side board.

DING DING DING DING DING

​She was getting impatient. I quickly made my way through the kitchen to the stairs. My sissy high heel shoes clicking on the tiles and wooden flooring as I did so. At the top of the stairs I turned first left and lightly tapped the door with my knuckles to signal my arrival“Come in and stop wasting time” came the voice of Crystal from inside

I walked in to the room. The large king size bed was against the far wall. They were lying on top of the covers, his right arm around her shoulder and she was leaning against him. His legs were akimbo and his dick was still semi hard, just dying down. It glistened from the juice of her pussy and still had cum dripping from it. She had her right leg bent at a 90 degree angle, her bald, shaven pussy on show. My dick stirred in its cage and tried to get hard.

I shifted slightly to try to alleviate the pressure. She was unembarrassed about showing it since she knows that I can’t have a sneaky wank while picturing it due to the infernal chastity cage plus she doesn’t really care about the frustration and torment I feel from lack of orgasms. Her face was flushed and she had a glow about her that said she had been fucked good and proper. I had never given her that glow obviously.

“About time. What the fuck kept you?”“Sorry dear. I was doing the dishes”“I don’t care for excuses, you know that. Just hurry up and get the wine poured”“Yes dear”

I handed her a glass and she held it out. She turned to Marcus and they pressed their heads together and smiled. They began to giggle and kiss as I poured her wine. I filled her glass and walked round to the other side.

The chores, the lack of job, the sissy maid clothes, the chastity, all of it, nothing was more humiliating than serving wine to the man who had just fucked my wife while he kissed her. He didn’t even look at me. He just held the glass out for me to pour. I filled his glass too and then did what I was trained to do. I curtseyed for them. Deeply humiliated and degraded, I turned and walked on my high heels to the door

“Er, where do you think you’re going?” I heard Crystal say“I thought you didn’t need me anymore. I was going to leave you two alone”“Well look what thinking got you. I’m not done with you yet. Get over here”

I walked back over, my puffy sissy French maid dress ruffling as I did so.“Stand there” she ordered, pointing at the floor beside her.I stood with my legs shoulder width apart. She spread her legs and touched her pussy. She looked up at me coyly“Do you like what you see? Another man’s cum dripping from your wife’s pussy?”

“Yes dear” I answered, not liking it at all in fact “I like to see it. It means you have been satisfied like you deserve”“Good answer. Not that I care one way or another whether you actually do like it or not”I stayed silent.

“I’m still horny and Marcus and I had an idea earlier that it might be fun to have you lick me out to another orgasm after he has shot his load inside me. What do you think?”I looked at her, horrified. I spent most evenings with my face between her legs of course but I had never performed creampie eating. I looked at her silently, not saying a word.She smirked at me sarcastically

“Aw, does the poor little sissy not want to eat out his wife’s cum filled pussy? Shame. Why don’t you get a nice close look?”With that she spread her legs and beckoned me down with her index finger. I swallowed hard and slowly put my head down closer to her pleasure area. I could smell the sweat and cum mixture. It made me want to gag. I closed my eyes as I got nearer, my mouth dry.“Oh come on sissykins, don’t be shy. Get as close as you can”

And with that she thrust her hand to the back of my head and pushed it right in between her thighs. I put both hands on the bed to steady myself as I felt my face get covered in his thick sticky mess. She wiggled herself from side to side, laughing and I heard him laugh as well“Woo-hoo, get a nice faceful of that” she mocked, as she held my face in place She pulled my face clear of her and pulled my hair so I was looking at her. The view from between her legs was magnificent, I have to admit. I coughed and spluttered, feeling his cum on my face. I wanted to be sickShe gently slapped the side of my face

“Well I think that’s enough to get you used to it. Nothing like diving right in, so to speak”And with that she pushed my face back between her thighs. I moaned and gagged“Come on” she demanded “I won’t cum like that. Get licking”I slowly stuck my tongue between her lips. His thick, gooey spunk was still warm. I gently probed her pussy. It felt disgusting. The salty taste and the thick texture was horrible and caught in the back of my throat.

“Get licking you asshole. I want an orgasm. NOW” and slapped the back of my head hardI began licking her out, trying to ignore another man’s cum in my mouth, on my tongue and going down my throat. I felt it on my lips and running down my chin.

She began to gyrate her hips, her hands rubbing my head. She moaned slightly and softly. She got faster and faster as she got turned on. Marcus decided to humiliate me by putting his foot on her thigh, right next to my nose. My face rubbed it as I licked her out. Eating a creampie from my freshly fucked wife was humiliating enough but to have another man’s foot in my face was utterly degrading. I licked and licked, circling my tongue around her clit and lapping up his cum. She rubbed herself against my face, grinding out her orgasm. She groaned and moaned loudly and ground her hips into me.

“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming” she panted, and then came hard with a loud scream and a gasp.She rubbed herself against me for a few seconds then pulled my head away.“Phew. That was good sissy. You must have liked your little cream pie eh?” she said laughingI swallowed and looked at her. I didn’t enjoy it. I wanted to be sick, to go and wipe this man muck off my face and brush my teeth.“I think we’ll leave you with a mixture of pussy juice and cum on your face for a while, let you get more used to it because I can see you doing THAT a lot more in the future”

My heart sank at the thought as I got on my knees. She placed her foot on my shoulder as she turned to Marcus and began to stroke his cock. I watched it get hard. Crystal looked at me and smirked as she lowered her head towards his erection and opened her mouth to give him a blowjob.My own cock ached in its chastity as I looked on